Donovan thrusts into me powerfully as his lips assault my neck, making my nails dig into his wide-muscled back as I hold onto him.

We moved from the sofa to the bedroom, and that was... I don't know when that was, it feels like hours ago since we've been wrapped up in one another, skin to skin, from room to room.

I moan out when he nips my skin with his teeth, as an animalistic growl escapes his throat.

I hear his phone start ringing from the living room and try to catch his attention by trying to push him off me, but he doesn't budge, if anything, he pushed his large manhood further into me.

The phone stops and Donovan goes back to my neck, but it doesn't last long until his phone goes again, only this time, making him swear out incoherent swears under his breath.

Donovan pulls out of me slowly and lifts himself off me, giving me a clear view of just how sweaty, and how he was covered in bitemarks on his neck, making me slightly embarrassed I did that, without realizing.

His phone goes again and he gets off the bed, not saying anything as he walks into the living room naked to answer his phone.

Meanwhile, I can't move, my limbs hurt more than ever from rigorous lovemaking for hours without stopping, and I can barely catch my breath from how hot I feel.

Just hours ago I thought the worst would happen, and then something completely different happens, just like a tornado, Donovan came into my life and flipped it upside down.

I can't hide it anymore, I don't know what the hell is going on anymore.

The way he holds me feels real, and not just two men having casual hookups, after all, he kissed me.

I like having sex with him, but the thought of sleeping with another man other than Donovan Steele disgusts me, so what does that make me?

Does this make me gay?

Donovan comes back into the bedroom gripping the bridge of his nose and holding his phone in the other hand, held to his ear.

I mouth 'who is it' and he just simply shakes his head, making me sit up and frown as he sits on the edge of the bed near me.

"I already said I didn't want that." He hisses into the phone.

"No, I'm-"

I hear a woman talking loudly on the other end making this a good time to get up and take a shower, just to give him some privacy as it feels personal...

I walk past him but his arm reaches out and stops me.

Pulling me back to him, he makes me sit on his leg as he stares up at me hungrily, his eyes never leaving mine as he listens to the woman on the other end of the phone talk.

Eventually, he sighs when the other line goes silent.

"Fine, I'll be there soon." He says, hanging up.

"Who was that?"

He leans forward and kisses my sweaty chest. "My mom."

I hum. "You need to go?" I ask, trying to move from his lap, feeling awkward sitting there, but he holds onto me and nods his head as he grunts against my chest. "That tickles." I groan.

"She organized a birthday surprise for me, which I'm fashionably late for apparently." He says, amusement in her voice, before looking up at me hungrily.

"I'd rather stay here and fuck you until you pass out from screaming my name."

I shove him away from me flustered as I get off his lap. "Pervert."

"Wait." I only realize what he just said. "It's your birthday and you didn't mention it?"

It's small things like this that shouldn't bother me but it's slowly started to, Donovan knows everything about me, yet I know nothing about him, he's so private that I didn't even know when his birthday was.

I don't even know what music he likes, the food he eats, or if he has any siblings.

"It's not important, I don't like celebrating my birthday anyway, so why would I bring it up?." He gets up and follows me as I walk into the bathroom.

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you, Evan." He says, leaving no room for argument in his tone as he forces me to face him. 

"I didn't mention it because I didn't think it would be a big deal."

I scoff out and turn the shower on. "Do you know when my birthday is?" I ask, he goes silent for a moment but eventually nods his head.

"You're such a bastard, do you know that?" I say, turning away from him and getting into the shower to clean my sweaty body.

He simply rubs his face and groans, and I can't help but think he looks like a child when he's like this.

"If it annoys you that much, come with me." He frustratedly suggests.

"Sure, just bring a 22-year-old boy with you, who you happen to be fucking to your surprise 35th birthday party your mom threw with all your friends and family there." I sarcastically scoff washing my body with soap.

"I'm sure that won't raise questions about our fucked up relationship."

"What do you want from me, Evan?" He snaps out, making me look at him. "You wanted my money, you got it, you wanted to be famous, I made it happen, what more do you fucking want from me?"

I stop washing and stare at him, seeing just how angry and upset he is as he coldly yells at me.

"I'm your boss, and you're my employee, our relationship isn't one built from trust, but purely physical, I don't have to tell you anything I don't want you to know, you're not my fucking wife."

The bathroom falls silent as his words pierce me like a knife to the heart, feeling as if his words slapped me across the face.

So this is how he really felt.

He kissed me... he fucking kissed me! But... he just confirmed that this was nothing, that I'm nothing but a quick fuck to him.

Fuck, I feel like such a fucking idiot... just when I started to feel like this was becoming something more... just when I was starting to think maybe there could be more between us...

I'm so fucking stupid.

"I can't do this with you anymore." My voice comes out in a whisper as I hold my hand over my eyes, to hide the tears forming.

"If you really believe I'm nothing more than your employee, and what we did wasn't something more, I want you to leave."

The bathroom falls silent as my heart feels like it's breaking, and when I move my hand away from my eyes, I see the cold, stoic, unaffected face of Donovan Steele, staring at me as if what I said could make him care less.

"Evan, we both knew this relationship wasn't anything serious, Evan, I'm-"

"Get out." I choke back a sob as my eyes filled with tears glaring coldly at him. "Don't finish your sentence and just get out, get out, and just leave me the fuck alone!"

Donovan sighs and then walks out of the bathroom, not saying another word as I slide down the bathroom wall and grip my head in my hands as tears start falling freely from my eye.

I listen to the sound of Donovan's belt rattling from the bedroom as he's probably getting ready to leave now.

My heart feels like it's just been shattered into a million pieces, and for the first time in my life, all I want to do is pack my bags and leave it all behind and start over again, in a new city, a new place, somewhere where I can scream until my lungs collapse.

Like a zombie, I pick myself up and get out of the shower and robotically wrap a towel around my waist and walk out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.

Donovan is fully dressed and was grabbing his phone and keys from the bedside table before his eyes landed on mine.

I go into my wardrobe and get out my backpack and start putting clothes into it, ignoring Donovan's presence like the plague.

"Can you not even look at me? You're acting like a child." He says, coming up behind me. "Evan-"

I slap his hand away from me and pick up my bag and put it on the bed as I pick out some clean clothes to get changed into, and from the corner of my eye, as I get ready, I see Donovan hasn't left and is just standing there, watching me. +

"I'll pay you back every cent that you gave me, I'll phone the agency for the bill and my payment details, and we'll set up a payment plan since I can't pay you back fully right now." I say emotionless, not looking at him as I put my shoes on.

"I don't want the money back, because you're not going anywhere." He snaps out, possessively. 

"You knew what you were getting into with me Evan, you can't blame me for-"

"For what?" I snap out, interrupting him as I stand up and glare at him. "For making me fall in fucking love with you?"

"Take some fucking responsibility! Stop using our setup as an excuse to treat me like total shit one moment, then your fucking possession the next! I'm not a plaything for you to fuck with when it suits you, you're just a fucking coward who won't admit that you love me too!" I shout out, at the top of my lungs.

"You fucking.." I breathe out heavily, catching my breath. "Piece of shit."

I don't wait for him to speak as I grab the apartment keys from my back pocket and slap them against his chest as I shove past him, making the keys fall to the ground as I make my way to the front door, bag in hand.

Not looking back, afraid of what I might say or do If I do now, I open the door roughly making it slam against the wall as I leave through the door, bag in hand and not looking back.

My chest burns and my eyes fill with fresh tears as I clench my hand tightly around my bag, making my way out of the building, trying to rub my eyes and hide my face so nobody can see how pathetic I look.

With shaking hands, once I get outside I start dialing Robbie, trying my best to get my shit under control as I move to the side of the building.

I start to feel sick, and dizzy all in one and I slide down the wall of the apartment building, feeling the tears fall even harder as the clench of my heart breaking knocks the wind out of me.

The call goes through and Robbie picks up.

"Yo, Evan, what's up man?" His bubbly voice comes through.

"I was just making pasta, you know like how mom used to make it when you slept over when we were kids, with the triple cheese."

I wipe my tears with my hoodie and grip my hair tightly, hiding my face as I keep the phone to my ear, trying not to let everything come crashing down on me and embarrass myself any further.

"Can you come and pick me up, Robbie?" I ask, my voice trembling violently. "Please, I'll pay y-you... I'll-"

"Woah- hey, what happened? I don't need any money, I'm on my way okay?" He softly says, trying to calm me down. "I'm getting in my car now, I'll be there in 10, just wait for me okay?"